Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

July 14th, evening.

When Sebastian saw Old Peter, he was surprised to find that Old Peter was still wearing the work clothes of Woolf's Herb Garden, with a large logo on the clothes.

"Why don't you dress more presentably?" Sebastian asked with a smile, "At least wear a suit and tie."

"This is the most presentable clothes in my eyes, no matter how expensive the clothes are, they can't compare to this one."

Old Peter proudly puffed out his chest, and his pride was beyond words.

"Taking advantage of this press conference, I want everyone to know that werewolves can also work hard."

"Since you insist, of course I support your decision," Sebastian looked at his watch and signaled to Old Peter, "It's almost time, grab my arm."

"Apparate!"

After a burst of squeezing, the two appeared on a narrow, dilapidated street.

At the end of the street, a nearly forgotten red telephone booth stood there quietly, looking like it had been there for many years.

The red paint on its surface had peeled off a lot, revealing a mottled metal surface.

"It's here," Sebastian said in a low voice, pointing to the telephone booth, and walked over quickly.

"Boss, thank you for leading the way, you obviously have permission to Apparate directly into the Ministry of Magic."

Old Peter was a little embarrassed: "Now I have to squeeze into this telephone booth with you."

"Don't worry about it, it's your first time to the Ministry of Magic, in order to prevent unnecessary trouble, it will be much better for me to accompany you directly."

The identity of the werewolf is very sensitive, if Old Peter comes alone, who knows how many twists and turns will happen.

Sebastian smiled slightly: "You are the protagonist tonight, I can't let my employees be wronged here."

Accompanied by a creaking sound, Sebastian pushed open the telephone booth door and squeezed in with Old Peter.

"It's really an unpleasant experience, it's too cramped here, the Ministry of Magic doesn't know how to improve the visitor entrance."

Sebastian complained while picking up the telephone receiver and dialing the phone number on it.

6 — — 2 — — 4 — — 4 — — 2

It's so old, it's still a rotary dial type, I don't know to keep up with the times and change it to a digital phone.

According to the analysis of the silly netizens in the previous life, the meaning of these five numbers is "Magic".

However, Sebastian couldn't understand how it was interpreted this way.

As the dial buzzed back to its original position, a cold female voice suddenly sounded in the telephone booth.

The voice did not come from the microphone, but echoed clearly around them, as if an invisible woman was talking beside them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and purpose."

The voice is so cold, not enthusiastic at all, no wonder ordinary wizards don't like to deal with the Ministry of Magic.

"I am Sebastian Swan, invited to attend tonight's press conference."

"Next to me is the werewolf Old Peter, the protagonist of tonight's press conference, who will personally verify the effect of the Wolfsbane Potion."

Hearing Sebastian's words, the receptionist seemed a little surprised, and her voice became much more enthusiastic.

"Mr. Swan, hello, you don't need any credentials at all, welcome to the Ministry of Magic."

"As for this Mr. Peter, please pin the badge on your chest, this is your credential to enter and exit the Ministry of Magic tonight."

Clang!

A square badge slid out of the coin return slot of the phone.

It clearly read: Werewolf Peter, Wolfsbane Potion Tester.

Sebastian picked up the badge and handed it to Old Peter behind him.

It was not until Old Peter pinned the badge on his clothes that the receptionist's voice sounded again.

"Mr. Peter, please go to the security checkpoint at the end of the main hall for security check and register your wand."

As soon as the voice fell, the telephone booth trembled and slowly sank into the ground like an elevator.

The harsh rubbing sound made Sebastian couldn't help but worry whether there would be any problems with this magic elevator.

So backward!

Sebastian couldn't help but complain.

This broken elevator, even a dog wouldn't bother to ride!

It's pitch black, there isn't even a light.

Bad review!

Tonight, I will find Fudge to promote it and let Swan Alchemy contract the business of improving the visitor entrance.

The reason is that this entrance is too old and affects the wise and martial image of the Minister of Magic, I believe Fudge will be happy to pay for it.

The telephone booth finally stopped, the door opened automatically, and a burst of fresh air rushed towards them.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Old Peter was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

In front of him was a magnificent hall, the floor of the hall was paved with black marble, as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the light above.

The surrounding walls were inlaid with many gilded fireplaces, and every few seconds, you could see the green fire flashing when wizards entered and exited through the fireplaces.

In the center of the hall was a huge fountain, and in the center of the fountain stood a set of pure gold statues.

This set of statues is composed of a male wizard holding a wand high, and witches, centaurs, goblins, and house elves surrounding him.

"So the Minister of Magic is like this..." Old Peter exclaimed.

Seeing Sebastian waiting patiently on the side, Old Peter smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm like a country bumpkin who hasn't seen the world, I've made you laugh, boss. Where do we go next?"

Sebastian laughed, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Come with me, I'll be your guide."

After walking a few steps, the two came to a table with a security check sign, behind which sat a listless wizard.

After seeing Sebastian, the wizard's eyes lit up, and he stood up suddenly to greet him.

"Mr. Swan, good evening, Minister Fudge was still talking about you just now."

"This is the werewolf you brought... right?"

The security inspector frowned, took out a metal rod and scanned Old Peter.

After only scanning it twice in a hurry, he quickly flashed to the side, as if Old Peter was carrying a plague.

"Mr. Swan, please come in."

"Oh, don't you need to check it more carefully?"

"No need," the security inspector smiled reluctantly, "He is someone you brought, I believe he won't mess around here."

Sebastian smiled and nodded, then led Old Peter towards the press conference hall.

"Boss, is the Ministry of Magic's security check so lax for werewolves?" A trace of doubt flashed across Old Peter's face.

Intuitively, he felt that the security check process should be more complicated.

"Don't think so much," Sebastian smiled, leading Old Peter into a hall full of magic elevators.

How could it be so simple.

If an ordinary werewolf came here, he would have been surrounded by four or five security inspectors, and then there would be a dozen troublesome security check procedures.

If one item is unqualified, he will be "politely" asked to leave, and then come again next time.

The reason why Sebastian personally brought Old Peter was to avoid these troubles.

After all, Sebastian's face is still very useful in the Ministry of Magic.

Taking the magic elevator all the way down, soon, the two came to the floor where the press conference was held.

As soon as he opened the elevator door, Sebastian saw a familiar person walking in front.

The familiar black robe fluttered up and down, looking extremely stylish.

Seeing this, Sebastian grinned and shouted loudly.

"Hello, Severus, wait for me."

"Let's go together..."

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